feed me your words, please, I'm starving

You characterize very well with the term: "living and writing in heat." - And in fact artistic experience lies so incredibly close to that of sex, to its pain and ecstasy, that the two manifestations are indeed but different forms of one and the same yearning and delight. And if instead of heat one might say - sex, sex in the great, broad, clean sense, free of any insinuation of ecclesiastical error, then art would be very grand and infinitely important. Poetic power is great, strong as a primitive instinct; it has its own unyielding rhythms in itself and breaks out as out of mountains.

~rilke on love and other difficulties